Flesh is the Fever - The Horrorist

Let me take you into the future!

Deep into a different time

Let me grip onto your face…

And bring you to this new place

Super-social amphetamine

The queer tune of control

The panic disorder gripping…

The entire race has a whole

Flesh is the fever of force…

And its the sound without remorse

Rampant is the army of disease…

That brings you to your knees!

You can’t believe everything you hear

You can’t believe everything you see

The conspiracys ever growing…

And all you can believe in is me!

These are the things, the things to come

These are the things, the things to come